Five-minute fiction - 00:57-01:02
The City was a living creature. Much more than the simple combination of architecture arranged across a geographic location with the right mix of biological things mixed in. It, itself, was a creature, not in the strictest biological sense, but a living entity nonetheless. Few people within the City believed this, however. Most just saw it as a place to get...
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The City was a living creature. Much more than the simple combination of architecture arranged across a geographic location with the right mix of biological things mixed in. It, itself, was a creature, not in the strictest biological sense, but a living entity nonetheless. Few people within the City believed this, however. Most just saw it as a place to get...
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Five-minute fiction - 01:04-01:09
The breeze stirred the air around Grim tossing and turning his foppish mane of tousled hair. His moustache was firmly rooted in place with dabs of wax that gave it a twisty-curly-q look. He smiled at the woman. I dont know if you know this, but Im an assassin.
I could have guessed, she said, a hint of anger in her...
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The breeze stirred the air around Grim tossing and turning his foppish mane of tousled hair. His moustache was firmly rooted in place with dabs of wax that gave it a twisty-curly-q look. He smiled at the woman. I dont know if you know this, but Im an assassin.
I could have guessed, she said, a hint of anger in her...
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Five-minute fiction - 23:46-23:51
They stood, rigid, like two statues caught in a moment of time. He dressed in the dark colours of his profession, gloved hands on the open ledge of the window. She in her night clothes, the soft frills of those accustomed to wealth. They stared into each others eyes, frozen. The breeze from the window wafted cooly, silently, tugging at the...
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They stood, rigid, like two statues caught in a moment of time. He dressed in the dark colours of his profession, gloved hands on the open ledge of the window. She in her night clothes, the soft frills of those accustomed to wealth. They stared into each others eyes, frozen. The breeze from the window wafted cooly, silently, tugging at the...
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Five-minute fiction - 23:40-23:45
Splash
That was the sound of the net made as it hit the water. The coils tightened and something broke the surface, caught.
Strength struggled against strength, arm and leg, versus fin and tail. Curses rose into the air, human, and fish alike. The water churned at the belly of the boat as the beast twisted and turned, caught.
Steel flashed...
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Splash
That was the sound of the net made as it hit the water. The coils tightened and something broke the surface, caught.
Strength struggled against strength, arm and leg, versus fin and tail. Curses rose into the air, human, and fish alike. The water churned at the belly of the boat as the beast twisted and turned, caught.
Steel flashed...
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Five-minute fiction - 23:57-00:02
Ive done something different this time around. Wanted to see what it felt like to write some best-selling fiction, so here it is.
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Thud
That was the sound the heavy club made as it connected with the head. The body jerked, and slumped back.
And it was done, unheard, unseen: the perfect end, a perfect solution, a perfect story.
But,...
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Ive done something different this time around. Wanted to see what it felt like to write some best-selling fiction, so here it is.
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Thud
That was the sound the heavy club made as it connected with the head. The body jerked, and slumped back.
And it was done, unheard, unseen: the perfect end, a perfect solution, a perfect story.
But,...
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Five-minute fiction - 23:10-23:15
They called themselves Bully Boys, at least amongst themselves, to the passersby with whom they interacted they were often called many other things. Though of course none of those things were said to their face, or within earshot as a matter of fact, and survival. They were generally seen as little more than pests. Though the larger gangs which roamed the...
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They called themselves Bully Boys, at least amongst themselves, to the passersby with whom they interacted they were often called many other things. Though of course none of those things were said to their face, or within earshot as a matter of fact, and survival. They were generally seen as little more than pests. Though the larger gangs which roamed the...
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Five-minute fiction - 23:05-23:10
The rusted iron hinges squealed in protest as Darker hefted the heavy cover up. I suppose youre - Ahhh! he exclaimed, jumping back. Poor bastard.
What? Who? Grim said peeking his head over the edge of the hole. Eww.
Youre telling me, Darker said. He withdrew a knife from his belt and probed the mass of bloated and congealed flesh that...
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The rusted iron hinges squealed in protest as Darker hefted the heavy cover up. I suppose youre - Ahhh! he exclaimed, jumping back. Poor bastard.
What? Who? Grim said peeking his head over the edge of the hole. Eww.
Youre telling me, Darker said. He withdrew a knife from his belt and probed the mass of bloated and congealed flesh that...
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Five-minute fiction - 22:36-22:41
The crowd of people swelled, threatening to break free of the press and spill out into the rest of the City. The heat and humidity had made everyone irritable, compound that with the manner in which people were treated by the market-stall traders and it wasnt a surprise that something happened. Grim struggled against the swell, throwing men and women behind...
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The crowd of people swelled, threatening to break free of the press and spill out into the rest of the City. The heat and humidity had made everyone irritable, compound that with the manner in which people were treated by the market-stall traders and it wasnt a surprise that something happened. Grim struggled against the swell, throwing men and women behind...
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Five-minute fiction - 23:35-23:40
The room was filled with a sickly sweet smell, it brought tears to Grims eyes, but not tears of sadness but joy. It was a smell from his childhood, a long-ago forgotten period of his life, before college. Well, it really wasnt all that long ago. Actually, he smelled that smell every holiday when his mother made delightful tarts to commemorate...
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The room was filled with a sickly sweet smell, it brought tears to Grims eyes, but not tears of sadness but joy. It was a smell from his childhood, a long-ago forgotten period of his life, before college. Well, it really wasnt all that long ago. Actually, he smelled that smell every holiday when his mother made delightful tarts to commemorate...
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Five-minute fiction - 22:31-22:36
Whoa! Grim said coming up short and turning to face Darker, his larger and much darker compatriot. What, exactly, is that supposed to mean?
What do you think its supposed to mean? Darker said with a mouthful of apple. He chewed for several seconds before swallowing the piece of masticated fruit he was so enjoying. He grinned, and took another bite...
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Whoa! Grim said coming up short and turning to face Darker, his larger and much darker compatriot. What, exactly, is that supposed to mean?
What do you think its supposed to mean? Darker said with a mouthful of apple. He chewed for several seconds before swallowing the piece of masticated fruit he was so enjoying. He grinned, and took another bite...
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Five-minute fiction - 00:49-00:54
Its about perspective, Adderly said sitting down at the desk. Everything, when you get right down to the nitty-gritty, is about perspective.
How do you figure? Samson said taking the seat opposite the desk and withdrawing his pipe. He packed the pipe, methodically, his eyes never leaving Adderly who spun slowly in the chair.
Well, I suppose, he began. Yes, take...
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Its about perspective, Adderly said sitting down at the desk. Everything, when you get right down to the nitty-gritty, is about perspective.
How do you figure? Samson said taking the seat opposite the desk and withdrawing his pipe. He packed the pipe, methodically, his eyes never leaving Adderly who spun slowly in the chair.
Well, I suppose, he began. Yes, take...
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sureality:
Sweet lens flare.
Five-minute fiction - 22:54-22:59
Things always looked a little bleaker when you were hanging from a roof by your fingernails. And Grim didnt like when things looked this bleak. The day had started out so nicely, well, okay it had started out as a bit of a disaster, but that was when people usually said that it could only go up from there. Which, given...
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Things always looked a little bleaker when you were hanging from a roof by your fingernails. And Grim didnt like when things looked this bleak. The day had started out so nicely, well, okay it had started out as a bit of a disaster, but that was when people usually said that it could only go up from there. Which, given...
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